Ripcord Adventure Journal 1.4
After only four issues we appear to have been exiled voluntarily to beautiful Siberia, a region as vast as it is geographically diverse; from the pen of the first woman to cycle across the "new" Russia we travel the old stock route across Australia, from well to well and from story to story broadening our understanding of this island continent. The drive to explore, the reason to adventure is discussed before taking us underground to the vaulted caverns and flooded passages of the deepest cave system in the Americas to emerge suddenly back in to the full light of an Andean stratovolcano summit, the nearest point to space on earth that two companions can reach, until finally, the long road that this issue takes, brings us to the last place in Yemen. We aim to be the home of authentic, adventurous travel, which serves as a starting point for personal reflection, study and new journeys.
After only four issues we appear to have been exiled voluntarily to beautiful Siberia, a region as vast as it is geographically diverse; from the pen of the first woman to cycle across the "new" Russia we travel the old stock route across Australia, from well to well and from story to story broadening our understanding of this island continent. The drive to explore, the reason to adventure is discussed before taking us underground to the vaulted caverns and flooded passages of the deepest cave system in the Americas to emerge suddenly back in to the full light of an Andean stratovolcano summit, the nearest point to space on earth that two companions can reach, until finally, the long road that this issue takes, brings us to the last place in Yemen.
We aim to be the home of authentic, adventurous travel, which serves as a starting point for personal reflection, study and new journeys.
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yet, I ran back to my room at top speed. I could see the gap closing<br />
between two universes, one with me in my warm, sleep filled<br />
solitude and the other of me, explaining my embarrassment barely<br />
clothed to the front desk attendant.<br />
April 2014, after over six months on the market, my apartment was<br />
finally sold. It was my ticket out. My Walter Mitty moment. Over<br />
the next month I quit my job, collected my travel gear and said<br />
farewells to my loved ones. It was time.<br />
Time for me to disappear.<br />
To a distant land over the seas.<br />
To a land that thrives on respect and honor. A civilization centuries<br />
old before my country had even been discovered by the British.<br />
To a land where tradition meets innovation.<br />
To the land of the rising sun.<br />
Japan.<br />
Having spent three months in this wonderful country, my time here<br />
was near its end. The experience will not leave me any time soon<br />
and I will be forever grateful to the people I met and who helped me<br />
along the way.<br />
Like the kind man at the convenient store who saw me sitting<br />
outside during one of my many breaks, who had taken it upon<br />
himself to come outside and bring me a cold bottle of sparkling<br />
water, asking nothing in return but a smile.<br />
To the women working at a petrol station who saw me walking late<br />
one afternoon, noticeably tired. They asked me where I was going<br />
to which I replied I was looking for a hotel nearby. They asked me<br />
to wait, they brought me some water and ten minutes later a taxi<br />
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